Chapter 1759: Adults!

What did you send?

Song Qiao Song Qiao said seriously: "Sister helped me prepare it. Cigarettes, alcohol, tea, fruit, milk, all of them."

The sky has fallen!

With such formal visiting gifts, where is there any room for local specialties?

And that milk—is it being shipped by ice transport in this weather? Otherwise, it would be sour by the time it arrived!

Song Qiao Song Qiao was at a loss: "I don't know, sister told me not to worry."

He is a well-behaved child. Since sister said not to worry, he came here very relieved!

Of course, Song Qiao Song Qiao also explained:

"I originally wanted to prepare it myself, but I was still on the road when you invited me. When I got home, I wanted to see you immediately, so I didn't have time to prepare, so I entrusted it all to sister."

"Is there anything you want?"

Xiao Yang wanted too many things.

He dreamed of the things at home, from rice noodles to scorched rice, from hot steamed buns to sesame leaf noodles...

But, but... they have already prepared so many...

Not appropriate, not appropriate!

Sigh.

Next time! I'll mention it after Song Qiao Song Qiao stays for a few days!

It was already very late. He brushed through the post randomly and saw no new replies, so he urged Song Qiao Song Qiao to wash up and rest—

When at home, Song Qiao Song Qiao's routine is very regular.

And he...

He held the noodles served by the housekeeper and ate slowly, feeling that his drool and tears were swallowed into his stomach together.

And in the early morning, there were still people meeting acquaintances on the plane—

"Isn't this Yang Zong? Didn't I hear that you were still signing a contract in Lucheng during the day? Why are you coming back in the middle of the night?"

Old Yang smiled slightly: "Li Zong? What a coincidence, my child has a friend coming to the house tonight, it wouldn't be appropriate for us parents not to show up."

"It's just that it can be left to the vice presidents, so I decided to rush back overnight—sleeping on the plane is fine too."

Once this was said, Li Zong began to ponder.

What kind of friend of a child would require Yang Zong to rush back in the middle of the night to meet?

It might be to discuss some new cooperation.

Whether it's a friend of the child is another matter!

Li Zong, who originally did physical industry, had turned to emerging industries in recent years. While emerging industries make money fast, the cash flow is never as good as others'.

Coupled with the solid foundation of physical industry, wherever they develop, they can stimulate the economy and provide jobs, so leaders from the province and city flock to entertain them, giving them full face.

And there are all kinds of local preferential treatments...

That is certainly something that makes people envious.

Li Zong then laughed: "What kind of little friend is worth our Yang Zong rushing back overnight from so far away? Could it be our little Yang Zong's girlfriend?"

Speaking of this made people even more angry.

Other people's children are recommended for university and win Olympic gold medals.

What about his own child? Perming hair, dyeing hair, getting ear piercings, riding motorcycles, and engaging in puppy love—a total academic failure.

Comparing people to people makes one want to die.

Thinking of this, he became even more eager to explore.

Old Yang shook his head: "I wouldn't dare; the child is not yet an adult, so it counts as puppy love. It's just a friend I met when I went out before. Their family is like ours, also farming, and the child is steady."

"Young people, you know, they play like a family, and Yang Yang Zhengxin even went to stay at their house for a while during the vacation."

"Now that they are here as guests, it is only right and proper for us parents to show our faces."

What right and proper!

A child's friend playing at home, like that stinky brat of his, wouldn't care at all if he went back, so as not to make people feel restrained.

This excuse must be to meet some important investor!

Li Zong pondered this in his heart, but on the surface, he looked like he believed it:

"Is that so? What a coincidence. On this business trip, someone gave me the latest game console and cartridges. I wouldn't dare let that stinky brat of mine touch them; his studies are already not good, and if he touches them, he'll be even more distracted."

"I heard our little Yang Zong won a gold medal? It's just right for him to relax—how about this! Tomorrow! Tomorrow I will send it over personally, which can also be considered helping to entertain the little friend."

They are all in the villa area, and although there is a distance, how can one not say they live in the same neighborhood?

Old Yang: "..."

Who wants you to entertain? You're old, with a protruding belly, and inside it's all full of twisted intestines.

But as a person of the scene, not saying everything is an instinct.

He was a little hungry at this moment, stubbornly enduring not eating anything on the plane, and seeing that the other party didn't believe him, he didn't force it, just nodded lightly:

"Alright then, I'll thank Li Zong on behalf of the child first."

The two sat there, one with calculations in his heart, the other enduring hunger.

Adults, sure enough, each has their own difficulties!

When Yang Yang Zhengxin was slowly eating that bowl of noodles with his phone, he heard movement at the door, and looked up again:

"Dad, why are you back? Didn't you say that contract would take a few more days? No wonder Uncle Ji didn't go to pick me up today; it turns out you were waiting to use the car... Oh my, if I had known we could come back together, we would have waited a while longer at the airport."

This series of words came out like a machine gun, and Old Yang was used to it, so he picked the key points and answered slowly:

"No need to wait. Qiaoqiao came from so far away, the weather is hot, and things spoil easily, so it's better to tell him to rest early."

Yang Yang Zhengxin:???

He was looking at Old Yang suspiciously, but saw him hand his bag to the nanny, his gaze fixed straight on the bowl of noodles on the side dining table.

Then his eyebrows raised, both expected and pleasantly surprised:

"Eating noodles? Brought by Qiaoqiao? Give me a bowl too."

Yang Yang Zhengxin: "..."

So, Qiaoqiao, you have let down many people without knowing it!

He said resentfully:

"I didn't even smell the fragrance; are you sure it's from Qiaoqiao's house?"

The nanny at the kitchen door: This chicken soup has been stewing all afternoon, where did you not smell the fragrance? Isn't it quite fragrant?

Is the fresh air circulation that fast?

Old Yang stopped in his tracks, his face serious: "Qiaoqiao hasn't arrived yet? Didn't you say he rushed here overnight?"

Yang Yang Zhengxin was depressed: "I invited him too urgently, and said I wanted to see him soon, so I urged him to come quickly... so the local specialties and such haven't been packed yet. I'll ask sister to help mail them tomorrow..."

Old Yang felt like a bolt from the blue!

He was hungry as soon as he got on the plane, and had stubbornly endured until now; it had been several hours!

Then he suddenly turned to look at his son: "Where are those peaches of yours?"

Officer Xiao Yang: "... Gone. Why are you looking at me like that? They're really gone, really gone! Can you eat 5 jin of peaches a day, and I can't?!"

Father and son looked at each other.

A moment later, the hungry Old Yang said depressedly: "Sister Zhou, prepare a bowl of noodles for me too."

Then he slumped his shoulders and slowly went upstairs to wash up.

Qiaoqiao didn't know at all that he had hurt the hearts of two men in one night; now that he had changed places, it didn't affect his good sleep.

Early the next morning, as the morning light dawned, he woke up as usual.

Waking up and pulling back the curtains, looking at the strange yet exquisite lush greenery outside the window, he realized he had arrived at Officer Xiao Yang's house.

Outside was a large lawn, the grass on it green and neat, completely different from the river beach.

Qiaoqiao watched quietly for a while, checked his phone, and found that Officer Xiao Yang had sent him a message in the middle of the night:

"Qiaoqiao, our family eats breakfast after 7 o'clock in the morning. If you are hungry after waking up, there is food in the room..."

He had explained everything in great detail, and Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, knowing he must still be sleeping, so after washing up, he took his schoolbag out of the bedroom and opened his tablet in the study of the suite—

He still had classes to attend today!

And at the old Song family's, Brother Xiao Zhang came over early in the morning:

"Are there many orders to send out today?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been called over so early, because it's hot now, and the timeliness of many things is becoming increasingly urgent, leading him to go to the city every morning and afternoon.

As a result, when he woke up early in the morning, he saw the message Song Tan sent, asking if he could come over before going to the city tomorrow morning...

That must be possible!

This is his Brother Xiao Zhang's biggest and most noble provider!

He found a random shop in the town, slurped down a bowl of rice noodles, and got into the car steaming hot—

Sigh!

That's the only bad thing about the hot weather; the old Song family's breakfast is delayed until after 9 o'clock, and it would be unreasonable for him to just wait there, and now he can't even get a couple of bites.

But having said that, for ordinary people, the business of making a living is more important.

And when Brother Xiao Zhang drove the car into the yard, he saw that Song Tan had already neatly stacked several boxes and gift boxes in front of her—

The gift boxes were brought by Boss Chang; sometimes you really need a box to save face when giving gifts.

"Two bottles of white liquor, two jin of tea leaves, half a jin of shredded tobacco..."

Cigarettes, alcohol, and tea are all complete.

"A basket of milk-flavored steamed buns." Milk really can't be mailed, so let's just take the steamed buns Grandpa Qibiao made and stored before out of the refrigerator to make up for it; freshly milled wheat, freshly squeezed milk, how can it not count?

Thinking that Officer Xiao Yang's family shouldn't mind, Qiaoqiao should also be able to accept it.

"4 watermelons—" This is the most popular big watermelon in summer; the early spring Hongyu variety couldn't be transported before because the skin was thin, and it would crack if touched, so express delivery is absolutely impossible.

Song Tan thought for a moment: cigarettes, alcohol, tea, milk, and fruit are all complete...

"20 jin of rice."

"Half a jin each of silver ear mushrooms and black wood ear mushrooms."

"Three boxes of peaches."

"Two bottles of honey, two bottles of green pepper beef sauce, two bottles of sour long beans, two bottles of pickled sweet potato stems, two bottles of fermented bean curd, two bottles of chopped chili sauce..."

Scattered and messy, because there were no suitable things to pack them, they were just simply placed in boxes to distinguish them.

Brother Xiao Zhang's mouth watered as he listened, and at this moment, he numbly took out various anti-vibration packaging tapes to wrap them as needed, and found that there was only one destination, so he couldn't help but feel deeply envious:

"Does this person buy so much?"

Song Tan shook her head: "This is Officer Xiao Yang who came to the house before. Qiaoqiao is staying at his house recently. Aren't they good friends? So I'll send more."

Not to mention anything else, when their child came here to stay for a while, the other party's parents sent them a warehouse full of large and small agricultural machinery.

And they were all carefully selected, each one useful in the hilly area.

Now that it's their child's turn to stay at the other's house, they can't fall behind in any way!

With this subtle sense of competition arising, Song Tan forwarded the list of organized items to Qiaoqiao.

And the other party took a look while studying and casually forwarded it to Yang Yang Zhengxin.

?? Can I write to chapter 1800 this month?